Magic in all of us - 1 - That didn't just happen - Sex Stories

Magic in all of us - 1 - That didn't just happen

... that they could find. They were both close to their individual climaxes but he knew somehow, without any experience or foreknowledge, that he had to hold out on his own until she had hers. Their bodies grew tighter so that their movements were now faster but more concentrated on the areas that were giving them the most pleasure. He was about to ask her if she was close because he was very nearly full to bursting when she suddenly stopped. Her hips were now vibrating in his and her back was arched with her breasts and nipples protruding and on glorious display. Her fingers, in an effort to grab at something, had gripped him at his sides and were digging their short fingernails into his skin. But, the most beautiful thing about her was her face; with lower lip held tightly by upper lip and eyes squeezed shut completing the look of pure pleasure. He hadn’t understood what was happening for an entire second before the implications rocked his mind. The pain, her face and the thrust of her now vibrating hips pushed him over the edge when they were coupled with the realization that he had helped her get to (in what little way he could considering his limbs were tied) a strong orgasm. Similar to her, his back arched but his hips did not lock in place; they wanted to ...

... thrust and thrust they did. His eyes closed and body moved as he felt his semen make it's way through his penis and shoot out causing him more pleasure than he had ever known was possible. Two things happened right at that moment of extreme ecstasy. The first was an odd realisation that the semen he had just shot was behaving oddly by traveling in the wrong direction; it was coming up and landed on his stomach and chest. The second was the hearing of a sound that sounded like a gasp not unlike one that could have come from one of the boys in his dormitory. Slowly his eyes opened and drained the pleasure out of the previous few moments completely out of his mind. Standing next to his bed were two of his roommates looking at his penis which was pulsing in tune with his heartbeat as it deflated. They were clad in night-clothes as he had been when he had gone to bed. Yet now his pajama bottoms were at his ankles restricting movement and his blanket had somehow wrapped itself around his torso and arms in such a way that his hands felt like they were tied down too. “Wow Harry, that must have been one heck of a dream!” Ron had a look of slight shock and amusement on his face but his pajama bottoms told a different story. Seamus was no different. “Yes, yes it was."